REAL TALK- Transitioning Into Adulthood
Ciao lovelies! Today things are getting REAL.
In this new mini series on my blog, I'll be talking about serious issues, no sugar coating! We will be facing life head on and keeping it REAL.
Please note that REAL TALK posts contain barely-censored swearing and are probably not suitable for younger readers.
Today's REAL TALK is about one of the hardest phases in life- Transitioning Into Adulthood.
When most people hit the ages of 18-19, they are going off to college, experiencing the first amounts of real independence they will have to face. And let's be honest, it f*cking sucks.
Seriously, until college I'd never been away from my family for longer than a sleepover. Even when I went on trips, I always had family around me. And sure, when I went to college my stepsister was there too, but we have independent lives and aren't attached at the hip. So I can't really say that it had the same vibes as a family vacation, you know?
My first week at college should've been lovingly titled "Murphy's Law of College" because it was a damn trainwreck.
I got this awful flu like thing, was stuck in bed and puking my guts out, and ontop of that, I had panic attacks practically every hour on the hour. I was calling my parents begging to come home like every day, I know right, what a damn wimp. Yeah, I was pretty lame, and scared, and didn't really know what the hell was going on or how to take care of myself.
In one sentence? My first week on my own was basically, "Holy shit, welcome to college, it's all about suffering."
But you know what? That week blessed me. Sure, was I thinking "Oh wonderful, this experience will make me so happy later on!" as I was barfing into a trashcan and crying? No. No I was not. I seriously doubt anyone can think happy while barfing into a trashcan and sobbing about life.
But looking back, I see that it was good for me to have the worst thrown at me in my first week. Knowing that I can handle the worst and still be here, on my own, in university, has made me stronger and more confident about the situations that I can handle.
Of course, that's not to say that there haven't been incidents since, like the time my roommate came back from class to find me laying in bed in the dark, blinds closed, in a hoodie, sobbing into the dry ramen I was eating and listening to Nirvana. But I'm sure every adult has those moments in their lives. At least, I'd hope.
The point is, going from child to adult is really damn hard. You will probably have an existential crisis every day, and let's not even get into the difficulties of how adulting works (how exactly does a bank account work again?).
But I promise you, it is possible. Moving from childhood to adulthood, high school to college may feel like the hardest thing in the world. But I swear to you that it's not only normal and healthy to feel that way, but it is also possible to overcome.
Thanks for being REAL with me today, lovelies!
See you in my next post!